When Destiny Calls

Chapter 4

For weeks, Brandon hasn't even slightly noticed me. So lately I have been getting up hours before school to prepare for the day. Starting at 5am I have a shower and condition absolutely everything. Then spend hours choosing what clothes to wear, let alone adding make up and doing my hair. Then I drive to school and stop by Maccas. It is getting really tiring. But it is starting to work. Yesterday in home room I caught Brandon looking at me. Of course I naturally was in shock, but then I twirled my hair and fluttered my eyes. He smiled and waved then turned back to Mrs Axerau. I was pretty happy with this. But of course I was expecting it.

So while I was sitting on the couch exhuasted after todays efforts, the phone rang. I groaned and heaved myself off the purple silken couch and into the tiled kitchen. I picked the phone up.

"Hello?" I moaned.

"Hey, is this Izzy?" A deep but luring voice came through the telephone. I perked up into my preppy voice that I use when talking around friends or when flirting with boys.

"Yes this is Issabel. Who is this," I sparked with excitement. But then I calmed down. I was perfect. Nothing to worry about.

":It's Brandon."

Oh My Freaking God. He is speaking to me! I squeal in side my head. Wait of course he is. Every boy wants to speak to me.

"Oh, hi what's up?"

"Just wondering, if you were available Sunday night. You looked pretty hot in homeroom the other day. Maybe if you look even hotter, I could manage to give you a kiss or two while watching a movie?"

I was doing back flips inside my head. My destiny had callled. I knew he would

"I am not that easy to get! And also I'm grounded. How about the Sunday after?" I giggled into the phone trying to flirt.. Of course I had to emphasise on the word easy.

"Well then, how about a dinner for two, in the back of my ute?"

"Sounds good." I nodded grinning like crazy.

Believe it or not, Sunday night came pretty quick. I sat on the couch in an open fronted black maxi dress. I looked really outstandingly hot. In fact I was so hot I could be a model. Of course I would be the sexiest model around.

There was nothing to do. So I sat there. I pulled out a make up case and touched up my make up, squinting into the little mirror. Then a loud honk sounded and I leaped off the couch, a bit too fast for my feet in tall wedges.  I straigtened myself, brushing away all thoughts of the party. Just at that moment I sneezed. I grabbed a tissue and wiped up the snot off my dress. Damn there was a stain. Luckily I was hot so Brandon would overlook it.

I carefully walked out onto the deck. The motor running from the car was quiet. It barely made a sound. When I raised my eyes I saw an opened back limo. Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, Brandon rolled down the shaded window. Through the darkness I could only make out his face.

"What ya waiting for?" I could just see his face pull into a grin. I ran down to the car making sure I didn't fall over. I crept  into the plush limo. I could feel the plush leather padding my seat. Then I felt hands where they shouldn't be.

"Do you mind?" I said in a temper. But then I softened. He was just trying to get closer to me. In other words, get in while he can.

" No," I could see his shoulder pads of his leather jacket moving up and down as if he was laughing. But the hands moved. I eased back into the seat, closing my eyes. I wish I had a car like this. Not like it would ever happen.

I noticed him staring at me. My heart just melted. But then I suppose his did too. I love being popular. You get all these hot guys. I mean, HOT guys. Not your average pimple face. Also I love being a narcissist because you never get a bad thought.

His words took me by suprise. "You look pretty tonight,"

"Thank you." I nodded curtly.

"Why are you so stuck up?"

"What?!" My head snapped out of the back flips.  Instead of landing, I swear I landed on my neck. "Why do you say that?"

"You're stuck up. Only care about yourself."

I couldn't believe he was saying this. On my date...

"You're an idiot you know that right?" I told him. He grinned again. Why does he have to grin so boyishy? 

"I get it alot."

I snorted "Figured."

All of a sudden, the crashing of the ocean surrounded us.

"Brandon are we at the beach?"

Brandon nodded. The waves rolled off the walls of the limo. I stared at him. How could it be we have been dating for not even 2 days and already we are being held in the eyes of sex? He pushed himself closer. Every inch he moved closer my heart stopped. Eventually I could see him taking off his jacket. Then shirt. He grinned and layed me down on the seat with a hard kiss. I knew this was coming.

"What made you change your mind?" I asked. Of course I was perfect so him dating me is kinda expected.

"Simple, you were bad. Having that party, standing up to your mum." I grinned. I knew I was correct about my bad girl theory.

He started fiddling with his belt but I stopped him. I didn't want this. But of course, he can't resist my beautiful perfection. Then he kissed me. My lips surrended to his. I wrapped my fingers around his neck. His hands were warm and smooth against my cheeks. Then his lips pressed against my neck. Oh he just can't resist can he. I lifted up my arms and arched then with a smile. I started moaning softly. This was great. Then I pushed him off me. I puffed,

He stopped and layed down next to me.

"You're a funny girl Izzy."

"Why is that?"

"You're so stuck up yet everyone seems to like you." I nodded at that.

"It's cause I'm perfect."

He chuckled, "Exactly what I mean."

Brandon's hot breath ran down my neck, waking me up with a start. What the hell, I slept with Brandon??? Wait that's right. He couldn't resist me. My perfection drew him in. I grinned at the thought of that. 

"You're a great kisser you know," My smile was tugged into a frown. I whipped around and his face was right there. I was in the essence of a beautiful god. But wait that would make sense if he was with me...

"I've been told."

"Maybe we should," A loud grumbling coming from my belly interrupted him. I looked down, embarrassed. All well my perfection shall make up for it. I tried to sit up but he layed me back down and sat on top of me. Man, he is hot stuff.

"Did we have dinner?" I asked.

"Nope, but your body was enough dessert for me." I grinned. I knew I was perfect. A funny feeling went through my body. I was perfect and I knew it.